The Boy Next Door
There's a boy on my street.
He just moved there last week.
He's tall dark and never speaks.
He look's so sad and sometimes mad.
I wish there was a way to make him glad.
Sometimes he just sits and stares and looks a me with a glare.
I want to speak to him, but I don't dare.
Weeks go by as fast as they come.
Then comes summer and so does the fun.
I play out in the sun but, not along the tall dark boy plays along.
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